Subject: FW: How to cook a raccoon (vent studios part II)
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From: Tony Smith
Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 09:08:11 -0700
To: "'gouldeffect@attbi.com'"
Subject: How to cook a raccoon (vent studios part II)
Okay, last night I had a dream that was so fucked up I have to recount it
here. I was in Army Basic Training, and everybody but me was black. They
all hated me. They said, "I am suspicious of you." The only person I was
able to befriend was the cook, a fiftyish woman who talked incessantly about
numerology. She was standing at a grill with her assistant and barbecueing
giant frozen raccoon steaks, which she would slice off the whole, frozen
raccoons with a big, noisy device. There was a light-fixture-like device in
the ceiling that poured blood all over everything.
There was a 'battle drill' during which the attack on the enemy consisted of
unspooling miles of kite string on them, which then exploded. It was just
about then that I realized I had made a big mistake in joining the army.